Till Infinity and beyond.

This is something Sayuki had written about me in her blog, a long long time back. She never told me she had written this and I read it only just now. I've known her for a few years now and I think she is the one who has made me strong as a person today. If I had to thank any one person for making me feel human after all that happened last year, it would be her.

This is what she wrote :

Artemisia:
You are brave in ways I can never dream of.You're amazing in dimensions I've never ever thought of.But that might also be due to my lack of interest in vectors.You're my best critic.Stay.Forever.

Thank you:
For letting me talk crappy philosophical shit when I just had to TALK.
For Silvassa.
For the shoes.I wear them everywhere.Except the loo.
For hours and days of insane laughter that I thought inaccessible up until now.
For writing and inspiring me to put my heart onto paper.
For your uniqueness.No pun intended.
For your witty logic and making people who say "What crap!" shut up and say "Oh.That makes sense."
For bearing witness to my Aquafina moments.And surviving.

You are two.There are a few more I need to thank.To acknowledge.I'll do that.In time.Because we're here together.Till infinity and beyond.

I love you,Sayuki.

Move around like the air, like the feet of a gypsy.

So there's a crow.
Even though, I don't really care much about crows and how they are dying due to food poisoning, this particular one made it to the header.


So I clicked a lame photograph of CrowBoy sitting on an electric line with my new camera (yes!) and then I said, "Hey let's add a chaddi to it shall we?"


Ofcourse I didn't say that.







But I did anyway. Hence I photoshopped the underwear, the bra (hope I don't offend my mother with this ) and a shoe.
If you've been reading this blog long enough you shall know as to WHY there is a shoe hanging.
The map in the background along with the feet and the binoculars, are an ode to the new found freedom, which was almost always there but I claimed only just now.
From now on, I live for no dream, no future, no man(?) and definately no amount of money.
I live only to roam, to click pictures, to finally use the freedom I get in Bangalore, courtesy Esmaralda (a friend).
To NOT regret that I didn't use the freedom when I had the time.




:)

Just a myth.

‎'Maybe that whole love thing is just a grown-up version of Santa Claus; just a myth we've been fed since childhood. So, we keep buying magazines, joining clubs, and doing therapy and watching movies with hit pop songs played over love montages all in a pathetic attempt to explain why our love Santa keeps getting caught in the chimney', Kate in Kate and Leopold.






When I was 7 or maybe 8, on Christmas eve I had heard someone's breath near my side-table. I shut my eyes and pretended to sleep, my ears sharp as ever. That moment, the 7 year old in me believed in Santa with all my heart.
The next morning I woke up and found no gift, just my Dad's old boots. Turns out my Dad had come back late from work.

That was the last time I ever thought of Santa. I have occasionally got a Christmas gift wrapped inside a red sock, as and when my parents felt like it, but after that day, to me Santa did not exist; I knew for sure, Santa was a myth.





I'm 18 now, a little older maybe, and ocassionally I do feel loved.
But just as I found old boots instead of a gift that I was expecting, I have never found the gift.
Just old boots.
And each time I told myself, maybe next Christmas would bring better gifts.
But everytime, I found nothing.

Just like the day I stopped believing in Santa, today I stopped believing in love.

I'm 18 years old and to me love is just an old boot you find on a lovely winter morning; just when you think you found Santa.

Na-aa-hi-puh-re-mohe,chay-yay-ya-naa-ike-ghadi.

Some new photographs from here and there.
Actually just near about here.



And at the graveyard that we,(I,Unat and Ika) visited last week.
Some pretty pictures plis.
















Jo-AD Theory #76 : "Pretty people have pretty friends."

"Where there is cake, there is hope. And there is always cake."

Five things we should really thank our stars for :


1)Bokeh.Its the kind of thing that makes you think if you really are just a human being and not a character in a fairy-tale written by some old man in his wooden hut.Actually photography in general. Life looks more beautiful behind the lens.

2)Cake.I think when Marie Antoinette said "Let them have cake", she probably wanted to spread more cheer and not because she was a snob. Okay maybe I am totally off the point but WHO does not like cake? And WHO does NOT feel happy biting into one.I'm pretty sure even Groucho Marx would have smiled, if only his friends had baked him a cake.

3)Stalkers.Even though you HATE getting mails that say "I saw ur pix, I likes u..now we cn knw more abt each oder by chattin", I KNOW for a fact, that inwardly you smirk and feel SLIGHTLY happy. Why else would you tell ALL your friends about 'the carzy stalker who keeps wanting to know more' about you?

(Yeah, go ahead, deny.)


4)Charlie Brown. Aren't you glad he exists in your generation? Aren't you? He knows life. He knows love. He knows heartbreak. He knows EVERYTHING you always wanted to say, maybe make a joke about but couldn't.
Charlie Brown, I know a lot of people have told you this before,but seriously I'm more than glad that I know you.


5)The fact that no matter how ugly, boring or irritating a person is, he/she will always, ALWAYS have atleast two people in the world who he/she could come back home to and feel loved. Family. I don't tell them this ever, but I really like them, however greedy, jealous or insensitive they are at times.




So even if you are a cynic and say :

1)Bokeh is lame.
2)Poor people don't have money to buy cake.
3)You are the only one who likes stalkers.
4)Manga pwns charlie brown.
5)Not everyone has a family.

Go ahead.
Thank the stars.They'll stare back at you.




P.S: The title is courtesy, The Red One.If I had money right now, I'd go buy cake.

The wallpost poem.

AD > Aurin:
How things flow away silently. Especially friends..

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.Aurin > AD:
All withering away, forgotten like some distant memory I saw in last night's dream..

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AD > Aurin:
And we can only wait, for life to move a little faster.
So it can take its own course and we can forget the past.
Only then, will living bring us joy.
For what we have now, is only regret and a few memories.

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.Aurin > AD:
Why can't we just stand still.. And never move forward, so we never have a past..? :)

P.S. You need to edit your profile picture thumbnail. NOW.

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AD > Aurin:
In standing still, we lose a future.
We lose a life.
For what man would that be, who hasn't a past to make him, nor a future to stand for.

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.Aurin > AD:

I like my present more than anything else, you know that.

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AD > Aurin :
If only God was on facebook.He would like your wallpost very much.

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Written by Aurin and me, on wallpost chat.
Aurin, an ex-classmate, now studying in Delhi can be found at http://www.obscurelyalpha.blogspot.com/

Stay where you were.

And when the bricks grow in on her,
She stays.



As the walls close in,
She stays.

Covered in the moss,hidden in her lies.

And when the bricks speak,
They tell her what she wants to hear.


"Run away."
Run back.
To obscurity.
To childhood.
Before you are too old.



To somewhere anonymous,far far away.
To the tablet called nowhere.
Stay there.
Stay where you were.